Freezing Time Poem by Satish Verma

Freezing Time



Not understood you well.
Me living in myself. Your eyes will behold
what my naked hands carry.


My truth was also your truth,
in same boat. I cannot recognize
my path in sea. Moons dancing with each other.

Let us wait for night fall.
The lines in your rough hands. What do they tell?
I am collecting palm leaves. Who was coming?

Thursday, July 23, 2020
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